“That tickles,” Roman said, voice low and husky, and he smirked with one side of his mouth. Jessica returned his smile and pressed her hands more firmly against his sides.
“So you’d like harder pressure, then?” Jessica teased.
“Careful, Jessica. Or you’re going to get exactly what you’re suggesting.”
“Who said I didn’t want that?”
Roman was still smirking, and his eyes lit up with that crackling fire she had seen earlier. He slowly removed her jacket, tossing it to the couch, and made to pull her T-shirt up. He stopped momentarily, searching her face for permission, which she gave with a little nod and bright smile.
Roman got to his knees, and Jessica rested her hands on his shoulders as he removed her boots one at a time, then put his hands flat against her stomach before undoing her button fly. Every time Roman slipped his fingers between the buttons and against her underwear, she shivered as heat pooled between her thighs. With the fly deftly conquered, Roman moved his hands to her hips and slowly pulled her jeans down and off.
As Roman moved his gaze from the floor, he took in every inch of her. Jessica normally would have been a touch self-conscious in her white, jersey-knit panties and T-shirt bra, but the way Roman was looking at her made her feel like the most desired creature on the planet. She could also feel herself becoming increasingly wet under his intense gaze.
Roman slipped his fingers under the top edge of her underwear, and Jessica moved her hands to his hair, lightly scraping her nails against his scalp. Roman closed his eyes for a moment, breathed in deeply, and swallowed.
“I want to taste you,” he said, looking Jessica in the eyes as he slowly slid her underwear to the floor. Jessica had never had something so erotic said to her and felt a little like jelly as she watched him. All she could do was nod, and she wasn’t in any way prepared for Roman to immediately drag his tongue deep through her folds and upward. She gasped and felt a jolt of pleasure, knocking her even further out of her head and into the moment. If Roman hadn’t been holding onto her, she was sure she would have fallen over.
“Fuck me, you’re perfect,” Roman said, still on his knees, face pressed into Jessica’s sex. “I never expected… I didn’t realize… I… Just everything about you: the way you smell, the way you taste… I didn’t know it would be like this…” His eyes were closed, and Jessica had the feeling he was talking to her, but she didn’t quite understand as it sounded more like a personal conversation with himself.
“Roman,” Jessica pulled his head back a little to be able to see his face, “I want you inside me. I… need you inside me.”
Roman was up off his knees faster than Jessica could register. He picked her up and carried her over to the bed, and she had a weird flash of the old-fashioned tradition of brides being carried over the threshold. Whatever. It certainly didn’t last more than a nano-second before Jessica was up on her knees undoing his pants while he pulled his shirt over his head. Roman then undid the front clasp of her bra and finished sliding the bra off her shoulders.
She followed his lead, shimmying his shirt and pants off. He stood before her, the toned ripples of his muscles, begging to be caressed. Roman seemed to enjoy her gaze and momentary pause for consideration.
“I won’t hurt you, Jessica.” He moved forward, laying her onto her back and positioning himself between her legs. Roman rubbed his cock through her slippery folds while licking her nipple. They were both moaning and writhing as Roman grabbed hold of himself and positioned his tip at her opening. He paused and looked at Jessica, who was breathing heavily in anticipation.
“Oh my god, Jessica, you’re so wet.” Jessica barely registered whatever he was saying as he began to provide sustained pressure, slowly inching into her.
“Oh god, Roman,” Jessica uttered as she tilted her head back and brought her legs around his backside to pull him in deeper.
“Hold on, kokhana, no need to rush. I promise to fill you up.” Roman eased himself slowly into her center, taking her mouth with his in a hungry kiss. Jessica could feel him all the way inside her, deeper than anyone had ever been in more ways than one, and yet it still didn’t feel close enough. She wanted more: more of him inside her, more of him wrapped around her, more of… him.
Jessica had never experienced anything like this; the orgasm building around her had such an unfamiliar intensity. She could feel her pleasure and need for release mounting, but it was almost like she could feel Roman’s as well. It was almost terrifying, and if the feeling of him in her, on her, all around her wasn’t there to ground her, she might have panicked.
“Jessica, baby, I need you to come now.” He leaned down so his mouth was just at her ear. “Come for me.”
She didn’t need any more encouragement than that. Jessica let loose everything she was holding back, ripples of ecstasy emanating through her core. She felt Roman’s pulsing in time with her own, which sent her into eye-rolling, orgasmic bliss.
When they finished coming down and their breathing settled, Roman lightly brushed the hair out of Jessica’s face, trailing his fingers down her neck to softly circle her nipple. He slowly slid himself out and laid on his back next to her, both staring at the ceiling.
Well, that was amazingly terrifying, Jessica thought to herself.
CHAPTER 4
Roman stared at the ceiling in utter disbelief over something impossible to forsake. Over the course of nine hours, his entire life had been simultaneously upended and locked into place. For so long, he had pushed against the bonds of his world, the bonds of marriage—the bonds of his mate.
Fuck me, he thought, I’m really rollin’ in it now, aren’t I? I can’t believe… a human? Really? Well, not just any human… I mean of course it would end up being someone like Jessica. Jesus Christ, this is bad. Roman’s anxiety was quickly rising which he knew wouldn’t sit well with Jessica and tried to pull his spiraling thoughts back under control.
“So… um,” Jessica started, and Roman realized he’d been laying there quiet for longer than was appropriate.
He propped himself up on his elbow and gave Jessica a smile. “So, would you like some breakfast? I have a favorite spot here at Muse at a table with my name on it.”
“I’m sure you do,” Jessica said, a bit admonishingly, “but I should probably go. I have work in a couple hours and need to get ready. Plus, after last night,” she eyed him, “I likely have some explaining to do, so earlier is probably better.”
Roman’s brow knitted together in confusion, then he remembered. “Oh, I took care of it. No need to worry about the five-star, professional service I received last night. I believe the review says, ‘best massage I’ve ever had.’” It was Jessica’s turn to be confused, and her face displayed this. “I let the spa know I’d send everything back this morning.” Roman gestured to the folded-up table and cart that Jessica clearly hadn’t noticed.
“Oh. Thank you for that,” she breathed a sigh of relief, “I really appreciate it. But I do still need to get ready.” She seemed at a loss for a moment, and Roman realized she was looking for her clothes. He popped up, pulled on his briefs, and put his shirt over Jessica’s head. She visibly relaxed and then proceeded to get up and look around the room for her belongings.
“Why don’t you stay and get ready here? You can use my bathroom; the shower is amazing. I’ll order room service. An even better idea would be to take a day off and spend it with me. You know, I am personal friends with the owner, and it would be an easy ask.”
Jessica rolled her eyes a little bit. “I’m not crazy about the idea of special favors,” she said in a tone that gave Roman the feeling of being scolded. “Plus, when someone doesn’t show up for work, it puts a lot of strain on the rest of the team. I’m still new and don’t want to give anyone the wrong impression.”
“And what impression would that be?” Roman teased.
“The impression that I’m sleeping with a close, personal friend of Mr. Novik and getting special treatment,” she winked which lightened the conversation a bit.
Roman moved toward her and put his arms around her waist, crossing his wrists just above her bottom. “Okay. I understand. But please consider the first offer of a shower and room service. In fact, I think this opens up your morning as you won’t have a commute.” Roman really felt he was winning her over, which he was deeply happy about; however, he also thought maybe she should leave and never come back.
He’d always championed the stance that he didn’t want this. He would just live the rest of his life—his incredibly long life—knowing his mate was out there but not shackled to her.
“Well… I do hate my shower,” Jessica mused, “and the breakfast spread here is pretty fantastic… I’ll take you up on it.”
Roman gave her a light pat on the butt as he pointed her in the direction of the bathroom. Before she went through the door, she turned back to look at him, and when she smiled, Roman felt his heart drop to his stomach. This is really bad, he thought again as he pulled up the room service app and the room service menu.
Roman had no idea what Jessica wanted, but it didn’t matter; he ordered one of everything. He was about to go make some coffee when he got an overwhelming feeling of distress coming from the bathroom.
